After Bai Yueguang came back, the substitute left

"Mr. Xiaolin, Wang Xinxin doesn't do homework and writes love letters!"

The talking child was a little boy who played well with Wang Xinxin in the cram school.

He grabbed the love letter written by Wang Xinxin and read it aloud: "Dear Zhang Xiaohua, hello, I'm Wang Xinxin..."

"Give it back to me." Classmate Wang Xinxin blushed into a monkey's ass.

"Okay, okay, student Zhou Zixuan, stop making trouble."

Lin Yu returned the love letter to classmate Wang Xinxin.

"Writing a love letter is a way of expressing love. You can't use it to make fun of your classmates. Also, Wang Xinxin, your task now is to study."

Wang Xinxin lowered her head and asked fearfully, "Mr. Xiaolin, will you tell my mother?"

Lin Yu patted his head, smiled and said, "No, do your homework well."

Lin Yu's cell phone rang, and it was an unfamiliar number again.

Calling at this point, is this classmate's parent?

"Hello?"

There was no sound from the phone.

"Hello?" Lin Yu asked again.

"Is there no one? I hung up the phone."

A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone: "Lin Yu, do you still remember me?"

Lin Yu didn't remember it for a while.

"Excuse me?"

"You actually forgot me, hahaha, how dare you forget me."

Listening to the hysterical laughter on the other end of the phone, Lin Yu felt a little creepy.

"Sorry, I really don't remember who you are, who are you?"

"Lin Yu, have you forgotten me so soon? I haven't forgotten you. During this year, I always remember you and Fu Shiwen."

Lin Yu was stunned for a moment, and a name came to mind.

Sun Peng.

The rich kid who caused his parents to have a car accident by speeding and maliciously changing lanes.

Later, my husband hired a top lawyer for him, but Sun Peng lost the case and was sentenced to one year in prison.

A year later, he came out.

"What do you want to do?"

Sun Peng's voice was cold: "I don't want to do anything, I just want to catch up with you."

Lin Yu said coldly: "I don't have any past to tell you about."

If it wasn't for him, Lin Yu's parents were still alive and his family was warm, and he would still be a sophomore.

His life should have been different.

Lin Yu hung up the phone.

...

Lin Yu washed his face and returned to the cram school.

Teacher Xiao Zhou shook his head repeatedly: "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, it's on the hot search again."

"what?"

"It's that Shu Ming, who was photographed by the paparazzi taking a strange man home in the middle of the night, and the man left the next day."

Lin Yu glanced at Mr. Zhou's phone from the corner of his eye.

Even though it was a blurry photo, it still couldn't stop Lin Yu's familiarity with Fu Shiwen. He still recognized Mr. Fu at a glance.

Unexpectedly, the first day I left.

Mr. and An Cheng are together.

Still really fast.

There was a self-deprecating smile on the corner of Lin Yu's mouth.

"Tsk, this Shu Ming will die for a day without white lotus. He immediately sent a Weibo to clarify: [Just a good friend, please don't misunderstand.]"

"Good friend" does not return home at night, no matter how you look at it, it is trying to cover up.

Teacher Xiao Zhou flipped through the comments boringly, all of them were control comments.

For example: "My brother's friend is just staying at my brother's house for a day, so please don't take the rhythm of unscrupulous marketing accounts."

One of the comments caught Teacher Xiao Zhou's attention.

"Hey, why does this photo look familiar to me? Isn't this the handsome guy who helped my brother get into the car last time when his leg was injured?"

Someone posted a picture under the comment.

"Damn it, he's so handsome, his facial features are amazing, with this good looks, even if he enters the entertainment industry, he can beat a group of people."

"I can!"

"Is the chicken coop upstairs open?"

Teacher Xiao Zhou opened the picture, wondering why she thought this handsome guy looked familiar.

Like where have you seen it.

Teacher Xiao Zhou wanted to see other photos in the comment, but found that this comment had been deleted.

"Mr. Xiaolin, do you think this person looks familiar?"

Teacher Xiao Zhou looked at Lin Yu, but saw Lin Yu lying on the table with his face buried in his arms.

"Mr. Xiaolin, are you uncomfortable?"

Lin Yu raised his head and shook his head calmly.

"I'm fine, just a little sleepy."

"Then you can rest for a while, I'll just watch."

……

The new Aunt Li cleaned the house carefully.

"Sir, don't you want all these things?"

"No, throw it all away."

Fu Shiwen rubbed the center of his brows, the hangover for several days gave him a dull headache.

Aunt Li saw that these things were new, so it was a pity to throw them away.

"Wait a minute, don't lose it yet."

Fu Shiwen called for Uncle Wu to come over.

He said with a cold face, "Bring these things to Lin Yu."

Old Wu took a large bag of things, which contained everything, all of which were used by Lin Yu before.

Seeing Mr. Fu's slovenly beard and slovenly appearance, Old Wu looked rather haggard.

He couldn't help but say a word: "Boss Fu, why don't I drop by and bring Madam back."

Fu Shiwen stared at the mug on the table without expressing his opinion.

The mug features a black childish cartoon wolf.

"Sir, I bought a pair of cups! The supermarket sold them. I picked two. The one with the wolf on it is yours, and the one with the little rabbit is mine. We will use this for drinking water from now on." The boy's eyes sparkled. Yes, I am very happy to put the two cups on the table.

Inexpensive mugs, like the ones found at roadside stalls.

At that time, Fu Shiwen was sitting on the sofa watching the financial news, but he just raised his eyes and hummed perfunctorily.

Unconsciously, it has been used for a year.

The rim of the cup has faded a bit.

Old Wu speculated on Fu Shiwen's expression. He thought it was just a simple quarrel, so he couldn't help but add another sentence: "Men, if you can't stand the temptation, you will make mistakes, but we have to admit our mistakes. Mr. Fu, please tell your wife well. I'm sorry, maybe Madam will lose her anger."

Fu Shiwen suddenly turned cold, "Shut up."

Old Wu touched his nose.

Fu Shiwen sat on the sofa with a terribly gloomy expression.

He didn't propose to end it, how dare Lin Yu throw the signed divorce agreement in front of him.

Really take myself seriously.

Isn't it just a stand-in, an unimportant person, who really can't do without someone!

Fu Shiwen sneered.

……

In the afternoon, Lao Wu picked up Fu Shiwen from get off work.

Fu Shiwen sat in the back row with his eyes closed and took a nap. He was a little tired after finishing all the accumulated work of the past few days at work.

"Mr. Fu, today I'm going to deliver something to Madam. There is a tall and handsome young man beside Madam who helps Madam carry her things upstairs. He is extremely attentive. It seems that he has malicious intentions."

Fu Shiwen frowned slightly.

Old Wu glanced at the rearview mirror, and continued: "Young guys nowadays are too proactive. My wife is so good-looking, so I definitely don't worry about him being outside alone."

Fu Shiwen opened his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "Old Wu, you don't need anyone to treat you as dumb."

Old Wu closed his mouth.

Fu Shiwen rubbed his temples and opened WeChat on his phone.

"Brother Fu, come drink."

Fu Shiwen glanced over a row of red unread messages.

He pulled down the wechat to the bottom and found the wechat dialog box between him and Lin Yu.

"Sir, what would you like to eat tonight?"

"Can I make ribs tonight?"

"When will sir be back?"

"I miss my husband a little bit, I'm so sleepy."

Fu Shiwen closed the chat dialog with a sullen face.

……

When Fu Shiwen returned home, he found that the lights in the room were on.

He was slightly taken aback, and quickly walked into the room.

The smell of food wafted from the kitchen, and there were food on the table.

Fu Shiwen slowed down for a moment.

He swallowed his saliva and walked towards the kitchen. The moment he opened the kitchen door, he couldn't help feeling nervous.

A familiar figure was in the kitchen.

Fu Shiwen was in a daze.

until the man turned his head.

"Shiwen, you're back."

When Fu Shiwen saw the man's appearance clearly, he was stunned for a moment.

An Cheng wore an apron, held a spoon in his hand, and smiled.

"Shiwen, the soup will be ready in a while, you go wash your hands first, you can eat right away."

Fu Shiwen looked at An Cheng, unable to tell whether it was disappointment or what it was like at that moment.

He paused for a long time before saying, "Why are you here?"

An Cheng said with a smile: "Shiwen, you have been drinking and not eating well these days. I am recording and broadcasting a variety show about cooking recently. I don't have a kitchen over there. I just came here to practice. Let you try it." My cooking skills."

"Shiwen, you don't blame me for borrowing your kitchen without invitation, do you?" An Cheng asked.

Fu Shiwen shook his head.

"will not."

An Cheng filled up the soup and served it to the table.

"dinner's ready."

Five dishes and one soup were cooked on the table.

Fu Shiwen picked up the chopsticks and tasted it, An Cheng looked at Fu Shiwen nervously.

"Shiwen, this is my first time cooking, what do you think?"

"It tastes good."

"Really?" An Cheng asked happily.

Fu Shiwen nodded, the taste was indeed okay.

But, something was missing, he couldn't tell.

An Cheng served Fu Shiwen a bowl of soup, "Shiwen, chicken soup nourishes the stomach. You have drank a lot these days, so drink a bowl of chicken soup."

"Hiss—" An Cheng withdrew his hand, as if touching a wound on his hand.

Fu Shiwen noticed the red marks on the back of his hands from the burnt oil, and there were also blisters on his fingers.

"You burned your hand?"

An Cheng put his hands away: "It's just a little burn, it's not a big deal."

Fu Shiwen frowned.

"It happens that there is burn ointment at home, I'll get it for you."

Fu Shiwen went to get the medicine.

An Cheng glanced at the dishes on the table, and smiled with satisfaction, Xiao He's cooking skills were not bad.

Fu Shiwen squatted in front of the drawer, looking at the used burn ointment lying in the drawer.

A picture suddenly came to mind.

A crystal blister was swollen on the boy's finger, he frowned delicately, and murmured aggrievedly, "It hurts so much."

"It's hot, and it still hurts when you put it under cold water."

"But thinking that my husband can drink my stewed chicken soup, I feel very happy."

Fu Shiwen asked Lin Yu to cook that chicken soup for An Cheng.

"Time news?"

An Cheng's voice came from the restaurant.

Fu Shiwen came back to his senses and couldn't help frowning.

Why did I remember these things again.